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Re: Taking Care of Jason

"That waiter wanted you, Scott," Jason said. I sat between him and Shawn, my left hand in Jason's crotch and my right arm resting on Shawn's leg. He didn't mind when I put it there, so I left it.

"What waiter?" I asked dumbly.

"What waiter? The one in Monte Carlo, you idiot! In the restaurant. The guy who brought us the food and kept filling up your water glass every time you took a sip out of it."

"I think Scott was too busy playing with you under the table to notice," Shawn said to Jason. "Like he's doing with you now."

"Yeah, well," Jason said, "you know how it is."

"No, I don't," said Shawn.

"Sure you do. Don't you remember Scotty playing with your nuts?"

Shawn's head whipped around to face us. His eyes were as wide as a deer's eyes who had been caught in the headlights. "When?" he asked.

"The second time you whacked off in the bathroom," Jason explained as he drove toward home. "I was behind you holding you up and Scott was in the tub playing with your balls."

"I don't even remember you being behind me," Shawn blushed. "Like I told you, I sort of zone out sometimes."

"You don't zone out during sex, do you?" Jason asked.

"I don't know," Shawn said. "I've never had the chance to find out."

I glanced at Jason. "Thought so," I whispered.

"Then how can you say you're not gay?" Jason asked.

"Because I've never really thought of having sex with a man before."

"What about with a woman?" I asked.

Shawn's voice dropped to a hush. "Not them, either."

"Them?" I thought. "He calls guys ‘men' and he calls women ‘them'?"

"Well, sorry to pop your security bubble, pal," Jason said light-heartedly, "but you seem to get pretty cranked up watching Scott and me going at it."

Shawn turned his head to look out the side window, but not before I saw the slight blush and smile. "Yeah, well." He left it at that.

"So, what are we going to watch tonight?" Jason asked. "Should I stop at a rental place?"

Shawn turned back to us. "Could we just. . . like. . . do stuff together instead of watching movies? That's all I do at home."

"That's cool," I said. "What would you like to do?"

"I don't know. Just stuff."

"Sure," Jason said, "but Scotty's got a handful of stuff we'll have to take care of first. Your ass feel up to it tonight?"

"Ooooo," I said, grinning. "Indeed it does! And you feel up to it, too." I squeezed Jason's crotch and absent-mindedly squeezed Shawn's thigh at the same time.

Jason got started in the elevator even before the doors closed to the parking lot beneath the apartment building. He grabbed my arms in his muscular grasp and pulled my face to his. His lips pasted themselves to mine and his tongue explored my mouth. His crotch pushed into mine, his rod mashing against me. Shawn began to fade from existence.

By the time we got inside the apartment, Jason was as close to being an animal as humanly possible. His anxious growls and manly pawing were becoming desperate. I knew my ass was in for a workout. We started taking off each other's clothes right there in the hallway as we made our way to the livingroom, dropping our clothes to the floor as we went. By the time we made it to the coffee table, there was nothing left except socks and underwear, two quivering cocks, and two heaving chests. Moments later, only the cocks and chests remained.

I knelt on the floor, spread my knees, and lay myself over the coffee table as Jason prepared himself. I watched over my shoulder as he knelt behind me. One hand came to my hip as the other pointed his cock at my asshole. When he found the spot, his hand moved to my other hip and he rammed into me like he had that day near the brook. The scream that erupted out of my throat was one of ecstasy rather than pain.

Jason fucked me hard that time. He pounded into me with a fury I had experienced only once before. His balls smashed against mine with each incredible thrust and the coffee table slid away beneath me. It was a fuck I would remember for a long time. I was loving every moment of it.

"Fuck me, Jason!" I shouted. "Harder! Shove it in harder!"

I didn't care who might hear me, but my words worked their magic. Jason fucked me even harder and faster. I could tell by his grunts that he was getting close and wouldn't last much longer. His balls were pulled up, no longer smacking mine. His fingers dug into my hips and then, with one final, ferocious thrust and a primordial groan, he came.

I could feel his cock pumping into me, swelling and contracting and catapulting his cream into the pocket at the tip of the condom. I gritted my teeth and clenched my eyes as it happened and gripped his cock with my ass muscles to squeeze out every single drop.

Jason fell on top of me when he finished cumming. He stayed there, panting into my ear, and holding me until his softening cock slipped out of me.

"Fuck, Scott," he said breathlessly. "You're the fuckin' best!"

He leaned away from me, rolled me onto my back, and pulled my hardon into his mouth. Whether it was the passion of the moment or sheer determination on his part, I don't know, but my cockhead hit the back of Jason's throat, entered it, and didn't stop until it could go no deeper. Even at that angle, Jason had taken me completely.

I let out my own primordial scream. Jason realized what he had just done and attacked my cock with the same ferociousness with which he'd attacked my ass.

Let me tell you. I've had my share of blowjobs, but none of them came close to this one. Jason sucked and teased and tongued and poked and prodded in all the right places. His head bounced up and down on me with only one goal in mind, and that was to suck the jizz right out of my balls, and that's exactly what he did.

I grabbed his hair and held on for the ride.

"Oh, fuck!" I shouted. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Over and over again. I pumped and pumped as never before, and Jason held me in his throat the entire time.

When I finished coming, Jason pulled away from my cock and collapsed on me again. This time, he was in a position to smother me with his kisses. The smell of my cum was still fresh on his breath.

"I did it, Scotty!" he yelled. "I fuckin' did it!"

I wrapped my arms around his enormous back and held him. I could barely breath under his weight, but I didn't care. I've never felt so good in my entire life.

I'd totally forgot about poor Shawn. This was supposed to be his night and he was being completely ignored. I pushed Jason away from me and sat up. Shawn was sitting on the sofa in front of me, casually fingering his hardon through his jeans.

"I'm sorry, Shawn," I said. "Would you like me to take care of that for you?"

"No," he said softly. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

I smiled. "Okay," I said. "Whenever you feel ready, let us know."

He nodded. "I'll get the beer." He stood up and went into the kitchen.

I glanced around the floor. All our clothes were picked up and the condom was gone. Even on his days off, Shawn fulfilled his duties. I wasn't at all sure we'd be able to make him just a friend.

He came back with the three opened bottles of beer. Jason and I were sitting on the sofa by then, side-by-side and with Jason's strong arm wrapped around me. Our feet were propped up on the coffee table. Shawn handed us each a beer, then took his and sat on the settee.

"Come on, Shawn," I said with a polite, encouraging smile. "Loosen up. At least take off your shoes.

He looked at Jason, as if seeking his permission.

"Take off as much as you want, Shawnie," Jason said. "You're not on duty now. Make yourself comfortable."

Shawn looked back at me, then toed his shoes off. "Would you mind if I took off my shirt?"

"Like I said, Shawnie. As much as you want."

"Just my shirt," he said. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and folded it neatly over the arm of the settee. That magnificent chest came into view once again.

I patted the sofa beside me. "C'mere," I told him. "Join us."

He hesitated a moment, then stood up and sat down beside me. He still had a hard on, but didn't seem bothered that we could see it. I still didn't know what was going on in his head. He'd put himself on display like that, and he'd lose himself jerking off while watching us. But something was stopping him from going the next step.

Shawn crossed his legs at the ankles on the coffee table as Jason and I were doing and settled back into the sofa. I put my arm back on his leg as it had been in the car, my fingers wrapped around his thigh just above the knee.

"You mind?" I asked.

"No," he said.

I moved my elbow and nudged his balls.

"Now?" I asked.

Again, he said, "No."

I went the next step and lifted my arm, settling it over his balls and the base of his hardon which was pointing up and angled toward his far hip.

"How about now?"

He hesitated awhile before responding. "No," he said.

I patted his leg friendly-like. "So, Shawn," I said, "it's your night. What do you want to do?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he asked a question. "How did you know you were gay?"

"Who, me?" I asked back. "Or Jason?"

"Both."

I started first. "I didn't know I was gay until I found out what it was," I replied. "All I know is I used to like boys more than girls. When all my friends were talking about girls, I was running home to the clothing catalogues and looking at pictures of men in their underwear, wondering what was making those big bulges. I mean, my dick was a teenie weenie back then and I wanted to know what bigger ones looked like, especially if they could bulge out underwear and jeans. I was eight years old when I saw my older brother naked. He was fourteen and I caught him jerking off. I wanted to stay and watch but he kicked me out of his room. I was hooked, though. I'd seen lots of pictures of women in the Playboys he hid under his mattress and they made me shiver. It was men I wanted to look at. I was thirteen before I found out that meant I was gay."

"Did you ever. . . you know. . . do anything with your brother?"

"Nah," I said. "He had the personality of a mushroom. Besides, he hated my guts."

"What about you, Jason?" Shawn asked when he realized I'd finished my story. "You don't look like someone who would like men. I mean, look at you. If anyone looks like a fag, it's me. . ." He paused and a look of embarrassment and sheer terror came over his face. "Oh, God, Jason! I'm so sorry!"

He jumped up from the sofa and started to circle around the back, probably on his way to the bathroom where he could lock himself in. Jason was faster, though. He was on his feet and climbing over the back of the sofa before I knew he was moving. He landed in front of Shawn, who froze in his tracks and recoiled.

"I'd never hit you, Shawnie," Jason said gently. "C'mere." He pulled Shawn forward, moving his left arm around Shawn's back.

Shawn was reluctant, but powerless against Jason's superior strength. He was pulled into Jason's grasp. This bear of a man, the one who had recently reamed my ass good, was also one of the most gentle creatures you could imagine. All that power and strength in him felt good when you were wrapped up in his arms and body. It seeped into your blood and his smell filled your brain until there wasn't any more room for worries or concerns. Shawn fell into it as I had fallen so many times. I knew what it was like being there, and it was one of the best feelings you could imagine.

Shawn's hands came to Jason's hips, his head turning to one side and resting against Jason's chest. Jason's right hand moved to the back of Shawn's head, stroking his hair and soothing him.

"One thing you forget, Shawnie," Jason said softly, "is that I am a fag. Never apologize for telling the truth."

Shawn's hands moved around Jason's back. He mumbled into Jason's chest, but we could both hear him speak. "My Mom used to hold me like this when I was younger. I miss it."

Jason held him tighter.

* * * * *

Shawn was sitting beside me again on my right side. Jason sat on my left side. Our feet once more propped up on the coffee table. This time, though, I kept my arm in my own lap. That is until Shawn picked it up and set it back in place where I had it before. He'd lost his hardon, but his crotch was just as comfortable as it was earlier.

"I hope you don't mind," he said as he looked into my eyes. "I kind of like this."

I smiled. "I kind of like it, too."

"I'm not ready for anything else yet," he added. "Is that okay?"

"That's fine and dandy with me," I assured him. I could feel him growing harder again.

Jason picked up with his story. "Well, Shawnie, you said I don't look like a fag," Jason said. "That's true, I suppose. At least it's true as far as stereotypes go. I don't fit the mold. Most of what you see is what God gave me. I just tweak it from time to time." He smiled at us. "Anyway, it's what's in the head that counts. I was like Scotty, here. I liked boys, but I didn't go snooping around in catalogues. I grew up on the coast and I had all sorts of opportunities to sit around on the beaches and ogle my little heart out with the real thing. I learned all about gay sex on those beaches. All sorts of things went on there. Gay. Straight. Even one guy getting screwed by his dog. But it was the guy sex that interested me. I learned all about blowjobs and fucking and jerking off before I was six years old.

"Like I told Scotty one time, it was easy being me. One girl grabs a handful of crotch and by the time it makes the rounds at the pyjama party, it was the best fuck she'd ever had. The other girls would climb on the bandwagon and spread their own stories about the great sex we'd had when we'd never had it. Each one trying to out-do the others. I got the reputation as a ladies' man and not a single one of them saw me with my pants down. Then the queens jumped on the bandwagon, too, and I was getting blowjobs from guys I'd never even seen. Sure, I had a few blowjobs from guys that I liked, and I fucked a few of them in the ass, but until Scott came along, I'd never even touched another dick."

Jason kissed me then. "And no-one ever fucked me, either. Scotty was my first." He kissed me again, long and hard. "Love you, Babe," he said when he was finished.

I looked at Shawn. He was looking into my eyes, and then his eyes flicked down to my lips and lingered there for a moment before returning to my gaze. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't sure if he was ready for it, so I did nothing.

"You can kiss him if you want to, Shawnie," Jason said. He'd caught the glance as well.

Shawn looked past me to Jason, then to my lips again. He gulped and leaned forward slowly and his lips found mine. They barely brushed against me at first, but pressed more firmly within moments. I kept my tongue in my own mouth, though, and used my lips only, giving Shawn a taste of what kissing another man would be like.

He stopped the kiss eventually, leaning back again and pressing his lips together. His eyes were still locked on mine.

"Thank you, Scott," he said.

"You're welcome," I smiled.

Still he stared at me. "You have beautiful eyes," he said. "They're so blue."

"Thank you, Shawn," I said.

He didn't respond. He held my gaze a few moments more, and then his eyes travelled to my cock where it was standing out from my crotch in a solid tube. He gulped once more, and then his hand slowly reached out and his fingers wrapped themselves around me.

Re: Taking Care of Jason

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 18

My cock jumped beneath Shawn's touch and I sucked in a quick breath of air. This I hadn't anticipated. Shawn didn't do anything except hold it and look at it. I glanced quickly at Jason. He was watching Shawn's face. His eyes flew to mine, then back to Shawn. His right arm came around my shoulders.

As my head turned back to Shawn, I felt his hand make a single stroke up my cock to the head, then back down again to the base. His little finger extended itself and came to rest between my balls, pushing carefully into the space between them, separating them. He stared at my cock, avoiding our gaze

Suddenly, Shawn bent over, his lips parting and mouth opening as he moved. His lips wrapped around my cockhead and locked themselves there. He didn't suck or anything. He just held my cock in his mouth as he sucked air through his nose.

My cock jumped again and I heaved air into my lungs as Jason squeezed my shoulder with his strong hand. Just the thought of my cock in Shawn's mouth almost made me shoot, but I gritted my teeth against it. Shawn stayed perfectly still for the longest time before his tongue finally touched the sensitive skin of my cockhead. He touched the tip with it, then swirled it in a single circle.

Just as quickly as he had captured my cock in his mouth, he released it, pulling away from me and taking his hand away. He jumped to his feet and ran to the nearest bathroom. This time, he circled the coffee table to get past us. "Shawn?" I called after him and started to my feet, but Jason pulled me back down.

"Let him go," he said quietly.

"But. . ."

"Let him go, Babe," Jason repeated. "He'll be okay."

"Jason, we have to do something!" I whispered loudly.

"We already have, Scott. Trust me. Let him go."

"We dragged him into this," I prodded.

"No, we didn't," Jason tried to explain. "He was the one who jerked off the first time. We didn't ask him to do it. Tonight, he came back with us. He asked the questions. He put your arm on his crotch. He grabbed your cock and he stuck it in his mouth. He did it all, Babe. Now, he has to figure out what it means and we can't help him do that."

"Still, I feel like it's my fault," I said.

"It is."

My head whipped around to look into Jason's dark eyes.

"You're the one who's cranking him up, Scotty," he grinned. "All the time he's been with me, he's barely given me a second glance. This isn't new, you know. Sitting around naked and whacking off with him around. I do it all the time. I'm just not his type. But you show up and he's a totally different guy. He's been doing things he's never done before. I've never even seen him naked before, not even in the gym. The day you saw his cock was the same day I did. Things are happening to him that he doesn't understand yet and he's the only one who can figure it out."

"I still think. . ." I stopped. The bathroom door opened and Shawn came down the hall toward us. He looked at Jason but avoided looking at me.

"I'm sorry, Sir," he said quietly. "I believe it's best if I go home now."

I felt sorry for Jason. I couldn't get into any sex with him. He fucked me that night, but it was like I wasn't even there with him. He held me in the Jacuzzi, like he usually did, but it didn't help. I felt terrible for Shawn. I felt responsible.

It was better in the morning, but I was still concerned. I knew Shawn wouldn't be in today. Not on the weekend, at least. Jason and I got into a heavy-duty sixty-nine. He was so excited that he could deep throat me now. It was hot to look down and see that stud with my cock in his mouth, but it was scorching to feel his lips pressed against my pubes. Despite my sour mood, Jason managed to suck me into his party. Literally. Before long, we were both humping our cocks into each other and dumping our loads into gulping throats.

"So," Jason said as we showered together, "you ready for Finn and his brother?"

"Shit," I said. "I almost forgot about them."

"Well, if his bro is half as good has him, we're going to have a lot of fun this afternoon. Think you can handle them both?"

"Oh, I think I can," I said with a sly grin. "Aren't you going to join us?"

"Maybe after I get tired of watching. Think you could do them both at the same time?"

"Sure. No problem. I've had a cock down my throat and another up my ass lots of times."

"No, I mean sucking them both off at the same time. Stand them up or sit them together so their cocks are touching and you do them both at once."

"Shit," I said. "Never tried that before."

"Hot stuff, Babe," Jason said. "If we can talk them into it, will you try it for me?"

We'd finished our shower and were eating breakfast. If you can call it breakfast. A bowl of cereal and toast. It was too late for breakfast anyway, so it didn't matter. It was almost 11 o'clock.

The ringing telephone startled me and I dropped my toast into my soggy Corn Flakes. Jason picked up the phone on the table.

"Jason here," he said. ". . . Yup. . . Are you sure? . . ." He glanced up at me from under his black eyebrows, then back down again. "Cool. When? . . . Sure, no problem. . . ." He was silent for a long time, listening. "Nope. Not a problem. . . . Yes, I'm sure. . . . Count on it. . . . No, I won't. . . . Okay, see you then. Bye. . . ." And then he hung up.

"Eat up, Babe," he said to me. "We're going for a ride."

"Where?"

"Never you mind," he said

"What about Finn?"

"We'll be back in lots of time. Don't worry. You won't miss him."

I couldn't pry anything else out of him. By 11:30, we were driving along the streets going somewhere I'd never been before. I was more than a little surprised when I found myself riding along the streets in the seedier parts of town. City buses didn't even come here. We'd left the last bus stop a few blocks back.

Jason turned right at the intersection, then left at the next. Sitting there, two houses down on the left-hand side, was Shawn. He was leaning against a large tree in front of the house. As he saw the car, he rose to his feet, brushed at his denim-clad bum, and indicated the driveway with a sweep of his hand.

Jason pulled in. He smiled at me. "Surprise, Babe," he said. He hit a button under the dash and the trunk popped open. "Come on," he said as he got out of the car. I followed him out the other door.

Shawn was standing there beside me. "I'm sorry about last night, Scott," he said softly.

"That's okay, Shawn," I said. "What's going on?"

"Lead the way, Shawnie," Jason said.

"Jason?"

"It's cool," he said. "Wait and see."

Nothing for it but to follow along, so I did. Shawn led us into the house. Music boomed from one of the apartment doors downstairs. Dead letters and newspapers and fliers were piled into a corner near the doorway. The hallway smelled of urine. He went to the stairs and I followed that magnificent ass up them. Jason followed right behind me, squeezing my right butt cheek. I slapped at his hand.

"You stick that beauty in my face and expect me to keep my hands off it?" he joked. He didn't let go until we reached the top of the stairs.

Shawn led us still deeper into the house, down another hallway toward the back of the house. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked a door on the right side. We stepped into an extremely tidy, but very tiny apartment. It was little more than a bachelor apartment with a separate bathroom and bedroom. Shawn lived here? With his mother?

The apartment was tidy, but the furniture was old and very dated. I took a moment to look around. There really wasn't much to see. Immediately to the left, just inside the door, was a tiny bathroom with a toilet, sink, and tub. No shower that I could see. Ahead, in the small livingroom, was a small sofa big enough for three small people. A pillow sat on the back. I doubt if the three of us could have sat on it. A rather shaky-looking coffee table stood in front of it.

A pile of boxes and bags sat on the floor in the middle of the room along with an old television and portable stereo system and a VCR/DVD player combo. A few shelves on the walls, a small television stand, a single wooden chair and a small eating table, and there wasn't much else. A single light hung from the ceiling. There was only one window in the room.

Straight ahead, in the nearly-empty bedroom, was a bedframe without a mattress. I couldn't see anything else. To the left was the kitchenette.

"This is it," Shawn said. "Home sweet home."

I looked at him. "How long have you lived here?" I asked, trying to keep the horror out of my voice.

"Since Dad took off when I was 12," he answered. "Mom used to sleep there," he said, pointing to the bedroom. "I sleep here." He indicated the small sofa. "It pulls out into a bed."

"Shit," I said, still looking around. I couldn't imagine living here for one year let alone eleven.

"You're not taking that clunker of a TV, are you Shawnie?" Jason said. "Or that boom box or VCR? Your room already has everything in it."

"His room?" I asked, surprised.

"Yup," Jason said. "Shawnie's moving in with us."

I whipped around to Shawn.

"If it's okay with you," he said to me, smiling at me.

I was speechless.

"That's why I left last night," he continued. "I had to think about what happened and then I spent most of the night packing what I wanted to take."

"Shit," I said, dumbfounded. "I thought I scared you away."

Shawn shook his head. "You're the one who convinced me to move in." He hugged me then. "Thanks, Scott."

"Well, Shawnie, you're not taking this crap," Jason said, lifting the TV and setting it back on the stand. Then he set the stereo aside as well. Leave it to Good Will with the rest of the stuff."

"You mean everything you own is here in this little pile?"

"Pretty much," Shawn said. "I don't have a lot of stuff. I'm still paying off Mom's medical bills. Can't afford much for myself."

"Dumping this place will certainly help," Jason said. "Must cost you a fortune to heat in winter. Well, come on. Let's get this stuff packed and get out of here."

Jason grabbed up a box. "Load me up, Scotty," he said. I piled on two more boxes. Jason headed for the door.

"Be careful on the stairs," I told him. I grabbed up as many bags and I could carry as Shawn loaded up as well. We followed Jason downstairs.

Jason had already loaded the boxes into the trunk when we got there. "Put the bags in the back seat," he said, then went back for another load.

I piled the bags on the seat and floor. As we walked back into the building, Shawn said, "I liked what happened, Scott."

"So did I."

"Jason said we could do more if you wanted to."

"I'd like that, Shawn," I said. "But only if you're sure."

"I've had more fun with you and Jason than I've had my whole life. Last night was the most sex I've ever had."

"You didn't do anything."

"It was more than I've ever done before," he said. "I liked it and I want to do more."

We stood to the side of the stairs as Jason passed us with another load of boxes. "Quit your yappin', guys," he said. "I could use some help here."

"Yes, Sir," Shawn said, and ran up the stairs.

There wasn't much left to carry. Two more boxes, two garbage bags, and a handful of grocery shopping bags. "Is all the rest of this stuff really going to Good Will?" I asked.

"I don't want it," he replied as he glanced around. "If they can get a few bucks out of it, good for them. I've got everything I want."

When he looked at me, I thought he was about to cry. I pulled him into a hug. He fell into it pretty easily and hugged me back. We were still hugging when Jason returned. He waited until we separated.

"Thanks, Scott," Shawn said when he released me.

"You're welcome," I told him.

"Come on, guys," he said softly. "Let's go home."

Jason grabbed up the last two boxes and Shawn and I grabbed the last of the bags. Shawn locked the door behind us. He didn't look back.

* * * * *

As Jason had promised, we were back in time for Finn and his brother. We even had time for a quick shower as Shawn began unpacking. Jason tried to talk him into taking the larger guestroom, but Shawn insisted on taking the smaller one off the livingroom.

I was about to get dressed when Jason stopped me. I was sitting on the bed. He was standing in front of me, still drying his hair with a towel. "Why bother?" he asked. "You'll be taking them off again in a few minutes."

"If you think I'm going to answer the door like this. . ."

"You won't have to. I will."

"Like that?" I said. Jason hadn't lost his hardon since our shower together.

"Sure," he answered. "Why not? They're here to get their rocks off, aren't they? Maybe Finn will get the hint and take all his clothes off this time instead of just undoing his pants." Jason's cock jerked up and he grabbed it, giving it a few strokes. "Don't you want to see him bare-assed?"

My lips curled up into a one-sided grin. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?"

"Hell, yeah," my beefy boy said with a wink. "Can't wait to see those lips of yours around Finn's dick again. You going to take his load? You already took it once."

"I don't think so," I said. "I told you I don't want to do that anymore."

"Not even his brother? He's fresh meat."

"No."

He paused. "What about Shawnie if he gets it on with you?"

I thought about that one, then looked back at Jason. He was still idly stroking his cock. "I think I kind of owe Shawn that at least once, don't you?"

Jason bent over and kissed me. "I was kind of hoping you would, Scotty. At least once." He kissed me again.

* * * * *

The buzzer rang and Jason removed my mouth from his cock and began to rise out of the sofa. Shawn was quicker, coming out of his bedroom and crossing the room before Jason even got to his feet. Once again he was dressed in his black pants, white shirt, tie, and shoes.

"I'll get it, Sir," he said. Jason sat back down beside me. Shawn went to the door and pressed the intercom. "Yes?"

"Yes, it is," Shawn said. "Come right up." He relayed the floor and apartment number, then pushed the button to open the security door downstairs.

"Should we go greet our guests?" I asked.

"Nah. Shawn will bring them in. Beside, you're not finished yet."

"I thought you just wanted me to keep you hard?"

"I did, but now I want you to make me cum."

"You little exhibitionistic prick," I said. "You want them to see me giving you a blowjob."

"No, I want to cum. They don't have to watch if they don't want to."

I looked back a Jason's cock. He was still as hard as ever. Not being one to disappoint the man I love, I bent over again and sucked him down my throat. Jason leaned back into the sofa and shoved his hips up against my mouth. His hand found the back of my neck.

"Oh, fuck, Scotty," he groaned loudly. "That's so good!"

His other hand moved to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. When I reached the top of an upswing, he held my head still and began to flex his ass, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth and back out again. I started to lose myself in the face fucking. Everything disappeared around me except Jason and his magnificent cock.

"Shit, Scotty, eat it!" His hands began to push down as his hips came up. His cock slid into my throat and out again. He was loving this.

I was lost to the blowjob now. I put all my talents to work, making Jason feel good. Nothing else mattered at that moment except making him feel good. I sucked and I tongued him. My hand moved to his balls, squeezing them and jostling them. His cock swelled inside my mouth - not preparing to cum, but reacting to the sensations I was giving him.

Jason heaved up into me, burying his cock into my throat and blasting his cream into me. I pulled my head away so I could taste him. His grunts and groans bounced around the room as he shot stream after stream of jizz into me. I sucked and I swallowed, refusing to let a single drop escape my lips.

Somewhere, I heard a voice say, "Holy, shit!" but I didn't pay any attention to it.

Jason continued to pump and heave and quiver, even after his jizz stopped shooting and simply oozed out of his cock in exhaustion. His fingers felt like they were pulling my hair out in clumps. Still, I sucked and teased and gathered the last of his cream into my mouth so I could savour it.

My lover boy was sucking air into his lungs as his body came down. His cock began to soften and I pulled away, being careful not to let a single drop of cream escape. I pulled off his cock entirely and sat up.

I almost spit it out as I saw Finn and his brother standing there. I swallowed quickly in case I choked on it.

Re: Taking Care of Jason

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 19

I recognized Finn immediately. He was still the same, sexy hunk I'd blown a few weeks ago. His brother looked virtually the same, but he was slightly thinner his face not quite as full as Finn's. Still, he wasn't any less sexy than his brother.

"Hi," Finn said. "This is my brother, Ove. And ‘yes', we're twins."

"Sounds Scandinavian," Jason said as he rose to his feet and extended his hand.

"Danish," Finn said, shaking Jason's hand.

"Cool," Jason said as he turned to Ove, his hand still extended.

Ove was examining Jason's body up close and personal. His hand came forward, but not to take Jason's offered hand. Instead, it wrapped around Jason's cock. Finn smacked his twin across the back of the head.

"Jesus, Ove," he said angrily as Ove removed his hand and stepped back from Jason. "And you wonder why I don't take you anywhere!"

"I know," Finn said, still upset, "but that doesn't mean he can go around telling everyone about our sex lives."

"Show me twins who haven't sucked each other off, Finn," Ove said.

My brain was still locked on the fact that I had two gorgeous twins standing in front of me and they were talking about blowjobs. "You blow your brother?"

Ove nodded. "Sure, but only Finn. I've never sucked anyone else."

"Shit," I said. "I'd love to see that."

"Okay," Ove said as he turned to Jason. "But only if you fuck me after."

Jason looked at me and winked. "A man's got to do what a man's got to do," he said. I winked back. He turned back to Ove. "You got it."

Ove began unbuttoning Finn's shirt. "Whoa!" his brother objected. "What are you doing?"

"Taking off your clothes," Ove said. "You know I like you naked when I suck you off."

"Then take yours off first," Finn said. "If I have to be bare assed, so do you."

"Fine," Ove said and began taking off his clothes. It was only then that I realized Shawn was no- where to be seen. I didn't know where he was.

That distraction lasted only a moment, though, as I watched the two Danish boys undressing themselves. I was hoping I'd get to see Finn in the skin ever since that first blowjob. Now it was coming true twice over. My cock was standing at attention already, and even Jason was starting to bone up.

Ove's eyes stayed locked on Jason's crotch. As Jason's impressive cock rose to full stature, Ove's jeans began to bulge out in anticipation of the fucking he would soon be getting. He licked his lips, then his eyes moved up to Jason's rugged face. "I'll do your boyfriend, too, if you fuck me twice."

Jason just smiled. "Do my boyfriend and I'll fuck you as many times as you want."

"Hey, what about me?" Finn interrupted. Suddenly he was feeling left out.

"I'll take good care of you, handsome," I told him. "Don't worry about that."

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't." Finn had already removed his shirt and T-shirt and had bent down to untie his shoes. When he kicked them off his feet, he reached the his socks. "Come here," I said, motioning him toward me.

When he stood before me, I grabbed Finn's hips in my hands and buried my face in his jeans. I inhaled him as my mouth found the head of his cock. I began chewing on him through the tough denim. My hands reached around him, latching onto his ass cheeks and pulling him into me. His own hands found my shoulders for support.

I don't know how long I kept that up, but my fingers eventually found their way to the metal button holding this jeans closed. I snapped it open and moved my hands back to his ass. My face moved up on Finn's crotch and I nosed my way into the denim flap covering his zipper. I found the tab and flipped it up with my tongue, catching it between my teeth and dragging it down to the bottom, over the cock and balls beneath. My hands reached to the waistband of his jeans, grabbed it, and pulled down.

I worked his jeans over his ass and down his thighs, pushing them to the floor. One at a time, Finn lifted his feet and I slid off both his socks and jeans at the same time. Moments later, he was standing there clad only in a pair of teal-coloured briefs, now distended and pushed out by the steel-hard cock still trapped inside.

I grabbed his ass one more time and pulled his crotch into my face again, my mouth eagerly attacking that rod of flesh. I locked my lips on it as Finn locked my hair in his fingers. He humped his pelvis against me, sliding his cock along my face. My fingers dug into his ass.

"Jesus, fuck," he groaned. "Oh, man!"

Somewhere behind him and off to one side, I could hear Jason saying, "Make it good and hard, pal. The harder you make it, the better your ass will feel." This was accompanied by some very loud and very wet sucking sounds, which seemed to coax Finn on.

My saliva was soaking into Finn's underwear, mixing with the clean, freshly-showered smell of his crotch. I moved my mouth to his balls, licking at them through the pale cotton and soaking it through. Soon, though, Finn was pulling my mouth back to his cock. When I found the head and surrounded it with my lips, he groaned and pushed forward again. He liked this.

Another loud groan came from my right and I glanced over in time to see Ove kneeling on the floor, bent chest-down on the sofa as Jason pushed his condom-covered cock up Ove's ass in a single stroke. Ove buried his face in the cushions and screamed out his pleasure.

I looked up Finn's body. He was watching Jason as he began to ram his cock into his twin brother's ass. "He likes it hard and fast," he said.

"That's good," Jason said, "‘cuz so do I." He began pounding into Ove harder and faster.

"Oh, God!" Ove groaned into the cushions. "Fuck me!" He lifted his head up, his eyes closed in a grimace and his mouth open. He jerked forward with each thrust. "Oh, shit! It's big! Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me harder!"

Jason obliged.

Finn moved his hands to his underwear and shoved them down his hips. I helped him, then opened my mouth wide and waited for him to shove his cock in. I didn't have to wait long. His sweet meat found my lower lip and shoved in as Finn's hands returned to my head. In one push, he was buried in my face right to the balls. He matched Jason stroke for stroke, fucking my mouth as Jason fucked his twin brother's ass.

Three manly voices grunted and groaned. One other, mine, was muffled by a delicious slab of young Danish salami. I could feel Finn lifting his legs as he stepped out of his underwear, then he kicked with his right foot and turned his full attention to the cock stuffed in my throat. I glanced up again. He was still watching Jason pounding his brother, still matching him stroke for stroke.

Jason was grunting wildly now, and I knew he was balancing on the edge of orgasm. I sucked and I listened and I watched out of the corner of my eye. Jason rammed savagely into Ove's ass, his head tilted back, his eyes clenched shut in concentration, his brow furrowed in pleasure, and his teeth gritted in pure ecstasy.

I heard Jason's grunts and groans and began a mental countdown. Five. Jason's hips picked up even more speed. Four. His groans became louder. Three. His strokes suddenly became slow on the ‘out' and rammed like a piston on the ‘in'. Two. His mouth dropped open. One. His hips gave one final, vicious thrust. Blastoff.

Jason's climactic scream filled the room as his chest heaved in release. Ove's own scream echoed Jason's, but it wasn't an "I'm cumming" scream. It was a "Holy, fuck!" scream. Finn pulled his cock out of my mouth, grabbed it in his hand, and started stroking for all he was worth. I watched the head swell and begin to pulsate as the screams continued beside him. The piss slit began to wink and I closed my eyes and mouth. A moment later, my face was showered in Finn's hot, manly cream. Again and again it splashed onto me, dripping down my face, off my nose and chin, and onto my chest as I dug my fingers deeper into Finn's ass.

As Finn's cum slowed to an ooze and finally stopped, I swept my hand down my face to my chest, rubbing his jizz into it, then suctioned his cock back into my mouth to let him enjoy the last moments of his climax.

I heard the distinctive slapping of skin on skin and glanced to my right. Jason had pulled out of Ove's ass and Ove had dropped to the floor, resting his side against the sofa, his left arm supporting him on the cushions. His right hand was flying over his cock.

I pulled off Finn's cock and spun around so I could replace it with Ove's cock. There was no difference in smell or texture or taste. Ove readily removed his hand and let me have my way and I sank it into my throat with ease and began bobbing my head up and down on it. It began to swell almost immediately.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, "I'm cumming."

I let him slide from my mouth and my hand took over. Moments later, he was blasting his cream all over me, himself, the floor, and the sofa. He even came like his twin. It was almost impossible to tell the difference.

Ove had barely finished cumming when he scrambled to his knees, pushed me back onto my ass, and sucked my cock into his mouth. Man, could this boy suck! Deep throating was no problem for him. He'd had plenty of practice on his twin brother. He had a way of holding the head in his mouth and doing a series of quick, rapid sucks with his cheeks and lungs. I had an image of a milking machine in overdrive going through my mind.

It didn't take long for Ove's talents to push me to the brink. "Oh, fuck," I said and pushed at Ove's head. His mouth left my cock as my hand grabbed at my meat and started stroking. The mouth returned, but it was different. I recognized it immediately as Jason's. I pulled my hand away and let him have at me. My load wasn't wasted on the carpet.

* * * * *

"Damn!" Finn exclaimed. "You could play football in this thing." We were all gathered in the shower and all the showerheads were working. Nine of them. All four of us were gathered there, washing down in preparation for the next round of fun and games. Finn was right. The shower was huge. Just like the rest of the apartment. Even with four of us in there, there was still room for a few more.

"How long have you guys been playing around with each other?" I asked.

"Long enough to get pretty good at it," Ove said.

"Pretty good? You call that mouth of yours ‘pretty good'?"

"He's had a few years to practice," Finn said.

"I still can't get over the fact that you're twins," I said. "It must be like giving yourself a blowjob."

"Hey, wait," I said. "You sucked Finn and he fucked you? Did he ever blow you back?"

"Sometimes," Ove said, "but only if I told him I wouldn't do it until he did."

"And you still blow him?"

"Yeah. A few times a week. When he's not getting laid somewhere else, he comes to me."

"Shit," I said.

"Do you guys live together?" Jason asked.

"No," Finn replied as he squeezed lather over his shoulders and down his back. "Hey, Ove. Do my back?" he asked.

"I will," I offered.

Finn handed me his lather cloth and turned toward the wall. I made a valiant attempt at washing his back, but it wasn't long before the cloth had dropped away and my soapy hands were washing his ass - that ass I'd admired so long ago. Finn didn't mind. He bent over, leaning against the wall, and spreading his legs. I took that as a ‘You may proceed'."

With nine showerheads, it wasn't long before Finn was rinsed clean and my face was shoved between the cheeks of his ass as I knelt on the shower floor behind him. Danish treat. The only things missing were the raspberries and the creamy frosting. When Finn shoved his ass back at me, I knew I was doing my job properly.

My tongue dug and tickled and teased and poked and swirled all over his ass. The way Finn was vibrating, I began to wonder if he'd ever been rimmed before. As if he'd been reading my mind, Finn said, "Aw, fuck! No-one's ever done that to me before!"

Ove responded. "Start fucking me again, Bro, and I'll do it."

"Shit, Ove," Finn panted, "I need you!"

"Will you start fucking me again?"

"God, yes!" Finn shouted. "Please, help me!"

"Tonight?"

"Yes! Tonight! I'll fuck you tonight! Ove, please!"

"Promise me."

"I promise, Ove! Fuck, you gotta help me!"

I was too busy with my face buried in Finn's delicious ass to see Ove moving, but, from Finn's reaction, I knew his twin had got on the floor in front of him and had Finn's sweet meat down his throat. Well, that and the fact that Ove is one of the noisiest cocksuckers I've ever heard. I could get off just listening to him suck.

I dug my tongue into Finn's ass, pushing it in as far as it would go, then pulling out again. I was fucking him with my tongue, and he was loving it.

"You're missing a hell of a show, here, Scotty," Jason said.

I reluctantly pulled my face out of Finn's ass and moved around so I could see his brother sucking him. Jason was right. It was one hell of a show. Ove sucked great and he looked great doing it. There was a whole lot of talent in that mouth.

Finn was fucking his brother's face as he'd fucked mine, and Ove was equally willing to take it. His groans matched Finn's and the strokes of his hand on his cock matched the strokes of his mouth on Finn's pillar of meat.

They came at the same moment. Ove's cum shot out of his cock at the same instant that Finn shot his cum into his twin's throat. It was easy to tell that the orgasms were simultaneous, and it was the most incredible thing I'd ever seen.

It was incredibly strange. Watching one twin shooting jism out of his cock and knowing his twin was shooting his in his mouth at the same moment. Even their orgasms were identical. It was like watching Finn cum when I couldn't see it. Really strange. . . and disgustingly erotic!

* * * * *

I left the guys in the bedroom, lying on the bed and watching television, and headed for the kitchen to make coffee for everyone. It was already done when I got there. Not only was there coffee with mugs and everything else set out, but there was a platter full of sandwiches and small desserts.

Shawn.

Out of curiosity, I went to the livingroom and checked the sofa and carpet. It had all been cleaned up. The twins' clothes were neatly folded and set on the back of the sofa. The scent of carpet and upholstery cleaner was still apparent. There wasn't a hint of cum anywhere.

I went to Shawn's closed bedroom door. I knocked. "Shawn, it's me, Scott," I called through the door.

"Come in," Shawn's voice called back.

"I don't have anything on."

"That's okay, Sir. I don't mind."

I opened the door and entered. Now, I told you before that Shawn picked the smaller guestroom. Sure, it's the smaller of the two, but it was almost as big as the entire apartment he'd just moved out of. He was standing beside his bed, still dressed in his uniform. Some comedy was playing on the television.

I approached him. "Just wanted to thank you for the lunch."

"Would you like me to serve it for you?"

"No," I told him. "Look, why don't you get changed and come join us?"

"I wouldn't fit in, Sir," he replied. "I'd just be in the way."

"No, you wouldn't," I replied.

"I'd rather stay here, Sir," he said.

"Okay." I thought as I glanced about the room. There were still a few boxes and bags to be unpacked. "Would you like some company for awhile?"

Re: Taking Care of Jason

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 20

Shawn's kiss began innocently enough, and became more intense as the moments passed. Soon, his lips were moving against mine and he began to suck the air out of my lungs and into his. His hands, which had been holding my sides, moved around my back and pulled me close to him, his entire body pressing against mine.

For some reason, I closed my eyes and let it happen. My own hands found Shawn's back and I pulled him to me as well. My cock rose between his legs. Shawn's cock was already hard and growing harder as it pushed against my stomach. He began hunching his pelvis into me, his cock sliding up and down against me, and then he ground it in a circle.

I was loving it until Shawn's moans brought me from my reverie. This wasn't jerking off. This wasn't a simple blowjob. Shawn was getting way more into this than I had expected. I turned my head, pulling my lips free from his and moved my hands to his sides and pushed him away.

"Whoa, Shawn," I said. "Easy there."

Shawn moved back, but still kept his hands on me. "I thought you wanted this," he said.

"I did," I said. "I mean, I do, but not like this. This is deeper than I thought it would go."

Shawn released me and walked back to the bed and sat down, clasping his hands in his lap and hanging his head.

Shit, I thought. I wasn't handling this well at all. I mean, here I'd been going ga ga over the guy right from the start and the moment he comes at me, I push him away. Why? He was sexy as hell, he had an ass I'd die for, and he was great kisser. . . That was it! The kiss! That wasn't just a kiss. It was way more than that. Fuck! Shawn was falling in love with me!

What a bonehead I'd been. Jason had told me. Shawn had told me. And I hadn't listened to either of them. I was the reason Shawn had started jerking off in front of us. Not Jason. I was the reason Shawn had moved in. Not Jason. Son of a bitch! Shawn loved me!

I walked over to the bed and sat down beside him. Fortunately, my cock had gone down again. "Shawn?" He didn't respond. I put my right hand on his thigh near the knee. Enough to let him know I was there, but not enough to suggest anything. "Shawn, look at me."

His head finally lifted and turned toward me. His eyes found mine.

"Look, man, I'm flattered," I said. "I really am. But I can't feel the same way about you as you feel about me?"

"You don't know how I feel about you."

"You're in love with me, right?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm not," he said quietly.

"But. . ." I pointed my thumb over my shoulder to where we had just been standing.

"Oh, I love you, Scott," he said. "No doubt about that. But I'm not in love with you. There's a big difference."

I didn't understand and I shook my head back and forth to tell Shawn that I didn't.

He sat up and took a deep breath, his eyes diverted to the floor as he thought. "Okay," he said as his eyes returned to mine. "You love Jason, right?"

"Of course."

"Are you in love with him?"

"That's a given."

"Do you love me?"

I couldn't answer right away. It was my turn to look at the floor. When I looked back at him, I responded. "Yeah, I suppose I do."

"But you're not in love with me."

I thought about that, too. "Oh. I see what you mean."

"So that. . ." I pointed with my thumb again.

Shawn smiled. "I believe it's called ‘foreplay'."

I pulled my hand away and leaned back. "Shit! And I spoiled it all for you."

"No, you didn't. That was enough for now." Shawn put his hand on my bare leg this time, but high up on my thigh. "I liked what I felt last night, Scott, and I liked what I tasted. I want to feel and taste more. But only when the time is right for both of us, and this isn't the time."

"I'd like that," I said. "As long as we understand each other."

"I love Jason just as much as you," he replied. "Probably more. He takes good care of me. I'd never do anything to come between the two of you. You have my word on that." He stared at me for a long time, and then he smiled and chuckled once, snorting air out his nose.

"What?" I asked.

"Do it really excite you watching me jerk off?"

I nodded. "Yeah. It's my favourite thing to do."

"Mine, too. At least until I try some of that other stuff. I might change my mind about it later."

"Oh, you will," I grinned. "Believe me. That other stuff is wa-a-a-ay more fun."

"Don't worry. I'll still jerk off for you if you want me to."

"I'd like that," I said again. I leaned in and kissed him. Nothing serious.

When Shawn pulled away this time, he stood up and became all formal again. "I shall clean up and serve your lunch for you."

"Thanks, Shawn," I said as I rose to my feet as well.

* * * * *

"Get lost?" Jason said when I returned to our bedroom. He was sprawled out on the bed, leaning against the headboard and idly toying with his hardon. Beside him, Finn was shoving his cock up his brother's ass. He followed my gaze. "Ove couldn't wait until tonight," he said with a wink and a smirk.

"We were talking. Besides, he's made a snack for us. He's bringing it in for us."

Jason patted the bed beside him. "Well, park it here. Ring-side seat for the big show of the day." I sat beside him. "Ever see anything like this? It's Finn's fucking yourself. Look how hard Ove's cock is. And it's leaking big time. He really loves his brother's cock up his ass."

As if in response, Ove said, "Fuck me, Finn! Ram it harder!"

Finn willingly obliged.

I tell you. For someone ‘not into fucking his brother anymore', Finn was into it now. I thought Jason was loud when he fucked me, but Finn was making every grunt super-loud. Maybe that was for his twin's benefit, or it may have been for his own. It might have been for our benefits, too. I know it was working on me.

I was intent on watching the display in front of me and didn't notice that Jason had let go of his cock. Next thing I knew, his fingers were entwined in my hair and his hand was pulling my face toward his twitching cock shaft.

The closer my face got, the more my mouth opened. Jason didn't stop pushing my head down until his pubes were tickling my lips and his entire cock was shoved down my throat.

"Oh, yeah, Scotty," he said. "Suck that meat for me. Oh, man, Babe, you've got the best mouth in the world."

Jason talked more to his audience than to me. I could hear the effect it was having on our guests. Ove was grunting now as loudly as his brother, and Finn was joining Jason in his oral commentary.

It was working on me, that's for sure. My hand was whacking away on my dick like there was no tomorrow. I drew Jason as deep into my throat as I could and began that throat thing I can do, squeezing it as I swallowed. Jason loved it when I did that to him. His hips heaved up at me, shoving every last millimetre of his cock into me.

"Holy, fuck, Scotty! Eat it all, Babe!"

The room was full of words and sounds and the heady smell of sweaty, excited male bodies as the four of us brought the others and ourselves closer to orgasm, and the sounds only got louder and the smells only got stronger as each minute passed.

I glanced over at Finn and Ove again. Finn was pile driving his brother's ass now, slamming into him without mercy, and he was doing it bareback. No glove for his love. I like a good fuck, but what Finn was doing was beyond good. His fingernails dug into Ove's hips and Ove's entire body shifted forward as Finn rammed him from behind. Ove wasn't complaining. His cock was solid and his fist was flying on it. My fist was flying on my own cock.

If Mr. Trent was sitting in his apartment listening through the wall, he would have been getting more than an ear full, what with Jason yelling at me to suck, Ove yelling at Finn to fuck, Finn yelling "oh, fuck", and me not saying so much due to Jason's cock stuffed down my throat.

Finn came first, quickly joined by Ove. Finn blasted his cream up Ove's ass and Ove blasted his juices all over the blankets. It didn't take long for Jason to join in, pumping his jism down my throat, and I was right behind him, shooting all over the bed and Jason's legs.

Our orgasms were intense, but the output was rather limited. We were running on reserves now. One of the twins let out a long, wavering groan while the other kept shouting "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" over and over again. Jason was his usual self, letting everyone know he was busting a nut and enjoying every moment of it.

We all collapsed on each other after that, even the ever-ready Danish Duo. Finn can object all he wants, but that boy loves his twin brother more than he's willing to let on. Like it or not, he could very happily live the rest of his life with his cock shoved up Ove's ass.

Now, one Finn is gorgeous. Two of him was amazing, even if his twin wasn't quite as filled out. They were both incredibly handsome and drop-dead sexy. I looked at Finn's ass as he lay on his brother's back, his cock probably still inside. I remembered a few hours earlier when I had my face shoved in Finn's ass.

I reached over to it and placed my palm on it, feeling its strength and suppleness. Finn's eyes opened and looked at me. "I think I'll have some of this for dessert tonight," I told him with a wink.

"I don't get fucked," he said.

"That's not what I had in mind."

He thought for a moment, and then remembered. His lips pulled into a curl. "Oh, yeah," he said. "Just let me know when you're hungry."

Another voice entered our conversation. "Excuse me, Sirs," Shawn said. He was standing at the end of the bed. "The Jacuzzi is prepared if you wish to avail yourselves. I shall bring your lunch on the tub tray."

"Thanks, Shawnie," Jason said.

Shawn left the room with all the proper dignity of a butler.

"Jesus," Finn said. "How long has he been standing there?"

"He just came in," Jason said. "I expect he was waiting for us to finish up." He began to climb out from beneath me and get out of bed. "Anyone for a bath? Plenty of room for four."

I followed him into the bathroom and waited for him to get in the tub, then I got in and settled between his legs. Finn and Ove came in a moment later and sat at the other end, side-by-side, their arms around each other.

"Oh, man," Finn said with undisguised pleasure. "This is fantastic!"

"Only one thing better," I told him.

Finn laughed and his brother joined in. "Is it always like this around here? I mean, all this sex?"

Shawn entered and placed the lunch tray over the side of the Jacuzzi. Four mugs of coffee and the plate of sandwiches awaited us. He left without saying a word.

"Pretty much," Jason said. "Sure as hell beats television."

"I'll say," Finn said. "I haven't had this much fun in months."

"Neither have I," Ove said to his brother. "Do you even remember the last time you fucked me?"

"No, but it was worth the wait."

"Then why did you stop fucking me?"

"Because it's gay," Finn said matter-of-factly.

"There's nothing gay about brothers loving each other," Jason added.

"There, you see, Finn? Why can't we just go back to the way it was before? Neither of us are remotely serious with anyone else. I miss all the fun we used to have together."

"Sure," Finn said. "I've missed that, too. But no more fucking me. I don't miss that at all."

"That's okay, Finn. I'd rather have you fuck me anyway."

"Enough of this mushy-mushy crap," Jason said loudly. "Eat up and get your energy back. Scotty still has one more job to do today."

I tilted my head up and around. "What job?"

Jason just winked twice.

"Oh," I said as I remembered. "Oh, yeah."

* * * * *

The bedding was changed by the time we returned to the bedroom. Good old Shawn. We didn't stop there, though. None of us were ready for another round yet. We went into the livingroom to watch a movie and recuperate.

"Shouldn't we, like, put on some clothes or something?" Finn asked.

"Why?" Jason said. "Saves taking them off again later."

The movie was probably a good one. I don't even remember what it was, though. I was too busy cuddling with Jason and playing with his chest and smelling him. Even fresh out of a bath, Jason still smelled like Jason. And he tasted like Jason, too. You could scrub him with any soap you want to and he would still taste like Jason.

Shawn made us a great dinner that night, but, try as hard as we could, we weren't able to get him out of ‘butler' mode and he ate his dinner by himself in the kitchen while we ate in the livingroom, parked on the sofa in front of the big-screen television.

By nine o'clock that night, the movies were done, dinner was finished and cleaned away by the ever-vigilant Shawn, and four cocks were standing at attention. We adjourned to the bedroom again.

"Can you guys cum again?" Jason asked.

"I can," Finn said.

"I'm ready for another go," Ove added.

"Great," Jason said. "Kneel on the bed facing each other." They did. "Turn sideways and move closer to me." The twins moved around so that Finn was facing the footboard and Ove was facing the headboard. "Now, get real close and hug."

Their hardons came together as they hugged each other.

"Now, keep your crotches together and lean back. Scotty? Go around to the other side and do your stuff."

I moved around the bed and knelt there beside the twins. My hand wrapped around both cocks and I stroked them a few times, and then I leaned forward and kissed Finn's cockhead first, and then Ove's cockhead. I pulled them closer so I could kiss them at the same time.

I think Ove knew what was about to happen.

"Oh, shit," he uttered in quiet anticipation.

My lips and mouth opened and I sucked the two cocks in.

"Oh, Jesus," Finn added.

I started bobbing my head, taking their cocks to the back of my mouth, and the twins began moaning in tandem. I bobbed a few times, getting used to the two cocks and the volume I had to deal with. I breathed and relaxed. The stereophonic moans encouraged me and I pushed the cocks to the entrance of my throat. Again, I breathed and relaxed.

"Come on, Scotty," Jason coaxed gently. "You can do it, Babe."

I swallowed once, took a deep breath through my nose, and pushed down. Twin cocks entered my throat and didn't stop until I reached bottom. My arms wrapped themselves around the twins' asses, keeping them from pulling apart. My throat was full, but I was determined to take this all the way.

My mouth started sliding up and down the twin pillars. Finn and Ove were beyond ecstatic. Their screams were the loudest so far that day, and neither seemed to care if anyone heard them.

The screams and shouts and encouragements continued. Jason had joined in. He even managed to pry his hand between their thighs and play with their balls.

To me, it was the same cock. Both felt the same and both tasted the same. There was no way to tell the difference. I sucked them as one, and it was one of the most exciting blowjobs I'd ever given. I sucked and tongued and teased them and I could feel them both getting ready to blast.

The twins' groans became louder and more urgent, and their pulsating cocks gave me all the signals I needed. I pulled my mouth off the two cocks and wrapped my right hand around them. The twins came at the same time, shooting shot for shot, blast for blast. They were covered with cum from neck to crotch. They even moaned and groaned identically. It was absolutely amazing.

When it was over, the twins licked each other clean, then went to the bathroom to take a shower together. I rejoined Jason. I was still sucking Jason's beautiful cock when the twins returned. They lay down on the bed, cuddling each other spoon fashion with Ove tucked into the curves of Finn's body, and they watched me us.

I sucked down Jason's ball juice for a late-nite snack and then I settled into his arm. He hugged and kissed me and thanked me and I put my head on his shoulder and my arm across his extraordinary chest.

The last thing I remember is Jason telling the Danish Duo to "sleep here if you want." There was plenty of room in that bed.

* * * * *

I don't know what woke me up. The twins were asleep. Ove was still nestled in his brother's arms and body. Jason was snoring softly beneath me. I looked down his body, and that's when I saw Shawn.

He was standing there, frozen as he looked at me. His black pants were opened, his hard cock sticking out and up, and his hand was wrapped around it. He stared at me as if stunned at being caught. I looked back at him, and then I carefully rolled off Jason and got out of bed. I approached him slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, until I stood in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Scott," he said in a whisper. "I just. . ."

I stopped his words with a small kiss. My hand found his cock, my fingers wrapping around it. Shawn pulled his own hand away.

I ended the kiss and stood there with my forehead pressed against his as I stroked his cock gently. "Come with me," I whispered to him. And then, still holding onto his hardon, I led him out the bedroom door and down the hallway.

"Oh, God," Shawn groaned when he realized I was leading him to his bedroom.

Re: Taking Care of Jason

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 21

The lights were on in Shawn's room. Beside the door was a small, computerized, touch-screen panel. By touching various parts of the screen, you could set the light to any brightness or mood you wished. Currently, it was on ‘normal'. I placed my finger on the screen over the word ‘romance'.

The lights around the room dimmed and went out as the hidden lights in the headboard and under the wooden-framed bed came up, casting a sensuous, mellow glow over the bed. I closed the door, but left it ajar.

Still holding Shawn's cock, I led him to the side of the bed and turned him around to face me. I stared into his eyes for a long time. There was such a look of anxiety and anticipation in them, as well as a touch of fear and trepidation.

His cock was still solid beneath my fingers, ready and waiting. I stoked it gently. "Do you want this, Shawn?" I asked tenderly.

He sucked in a ragged breath and the anticipation in his eyes was replaced by concern. "I'm so scared, Scott," he said, his voice quivering and sharp.

"I know," I said reassuringly. "But I promise you I won't do anything you don't want me to do, and I'll stop if you ask me to stop."

Still, his eyes stared into mine. His breathing was rapid. He swallowed, but said nothing.

"May I take your clothes off?"

Shawn swallowed again and nodded so slightly I could barely see it.

"Was that a ‘yes'?"

"Yes," he replied.

My hand left his cock and moved up with its mate to his neck. Shawn's tie was hand-tied. I pulled it loose and out of his collar, dropping it on the chair near the bed.

I began undoing the buttons of his white shirt, from the neck down. As I exposed the flesh beneath, my lips moved into it. I was as gentle as I could be, trying to keep my own eagerness in check. I didn't want to scare Shawn any more than he already was. I didn't even use my tongue. Only my lips.

Down my fingers travelled and I pulled the shirttails out of his pants so I could undo the final buttons. My hands slid up his well-muscled stomach and chest, pushing the material aside and exposing him to my view. My hands moved to his pecs, folding around them, my fingers capturing the tiny nubs in their grasp. Shawn sucked in a deep breath. His chest expanded beneath my touch.

My head moved forward once more. My tongue protruded from my lips and touched the right nipple, and then my lips wrapped themselves around it. Shawn's chest expanded again. I could hear the breath being sucked into his lungs through his clenched teeth. He pressed forward into me, encouraging me to continue.

As I tongued and teased and nipped at his chest, my hands slid his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. My hands moved back down to his ribs as my lips bathed his chest and abs. I lowered myself to my knees. Shawn's cock bounced against my chest. My tongue found Shawn's belly button and I dug into it. Shawn moved for the first time, his hands coming to the back of my head and pulling my face into his stomach.

Every man has a different taste and smell, except, perhaps, for twins. Jason has a manly smell, even when he's fresh out of the shower. And he has a manly taste. Shawn was older than both of us, but he tasted younger. There was a fresh innocence about him. Untouched. Unviolated. Virgin. I took great pleasure in knowing that I might well be the very first person in the world to taste him like this. Despite all that it had been through that day, my cock began to rise between my legs.

Shawn held my head for a few minutes as I tongued his navel, and then his hands moved to my shoulders and urged me down. He wanted me to continue.

I was more than willing, but I wanted Shawn naked. I ignored his cock as I bend down to untie his shoes. Lifting one foot at a time, I pulled off his black, hard-soled shoes and dark socks. I leaned back a bit, his cock staring at me, pointing gently toward the ceiling and bouncing in cadence with every beat of his heart.

My thumbs hooked into the waistband of both his pants and underwear and pushed them down until they began to resist. I removed my thumbs and slid my fingers in instead, hooking my thumbs on the outside. My hands moved back to his ass and I slid his clothing down and over the cheeks. I moved them slowly, moaning quietly to myself as my fingers moved over his flesh. Before the night was over, I was determined to have my face there instead of my hands.

I pushed his pants down his thighs and legs, then down to his feet. As proper as Shawn usually was, he stepped out of his pants and underwear and kicked them away as if they were poisoned.

Shawn was totally naked and standing before me. I leaned away from him so I could look at him. He stood there, his hands at his sides, his fingers clenching and unclenching into nervous fists. My eyes travelled up his body to his face. "You are so beautiful," I said softly.

"Thank you," he croaked between breaths.

I put Shawn out of his misery. My right hand moved to his cock and I held it as I opened my mouth and began to move forward. Shawn sucked in a deep breath and held it. My lips met the cockhead and slowly began to move around it and down the shaft. Shawn's breath was released in a whimpering moan. I drew his cock into me and it entered my throat and continued until his cock was buried inside me. His balls pressed into my chin and his hands came to my shoulders again, balancing him.

I drew my head back again until just the head was in my mouth and my tongue moved over it, digging into the slit at the tip and teasing out the droplets of pre-cum hidden within the shaft.

"My God, Scott," Shawn whispered.

I moved down his cock once more until the head touched my throat, then back again. Twice more I did this before pulling myself off his cock entirely. His cock was beginning to pulsate and I didn't want Shawn to cum so quickly. A groan of disappointment came from his throat, turning to a moan of pleasure as my lips travelled down the shaft to his balls. They were pulled up tight to his groin, but I managed to loosen them enough to allow me to suck them one at a time into my mouth.

Shawn's knees bent slightly. His legs splayed outward and his pelvis hunched forward and up, giving me access to his cum-laden nuts. Back and forth, from one tender and tasty ball to the other. They were smooth and hairless and tasted as sweet as the rest of him. His fingers dug into my shoulders and he hunched into me even harder. His hips began to move.

My God," he repeated. Then, "Oh, fuck!"

His cock was bouncing against my forehead as he began to fuck my mouth with his balls.

"Please, Scotty," he said, "suck me. Please!"

I obliged. My open mouth found Shawn's cockhead once more and sucked it in. My hands latched themselves on his glorious ass cheeks. I turned him to his left and guided him to sit on the bed. Down I went on that delicious meat, taking it into my throat and out again. My head bobbed and I applied more tongue and suction.

"Cumming!" he shouted suddenly. "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!" This was followed by a long, loud, strangled ‘Ah' as he began pumping his juices into me. Shawn's first orgasm wasn't going to be wasted on the carpet.

I kept the head in my mouth, sucking gently and tickling it with my tongue as his juices poured onto it. I had tasted him when he jerked off in the bathroom, but this was much better. His cum was as clean and tasty as Shawn was. Thick and creamy, it exploded out of him with a vengeance. His shouts of release filled the room as I dug my fingers into his ass.

His cum came at me in short, rapid spurts, spasming into me in staccato bursts. I sucked him in and drank him down, savouring every moment of his orgasm, every drop of his fluids. I kept sucking at him gently, even after he stopped cumming and fell back on the bed, gasping for breath.

I pulled my right hand out from under Shawn's ass and moved it to his cock, stroking it from the base to the tip, forcing the remaining juices out and into my mouth. I stroked and sucked until nothing else appeared and his cock began to soften inside me. I pulled off him then and leaned back, sitting on my heals. My arm rested on his thigh, my left hand still trapped beneath him. Shawn didn't seem to mind, so I left it there.

It was several minutes before Shawn opened his eyes and looked down at me, the soft glow of the lights from the headboard flowing over him like a waterfall of light. He leaned up on his elbows and said, "Thank you."

"No, Shawn," I said. "Thank you."

"You took it all." He sounded surprised, but pleased.

"Yes," I smiled, "and it was delicious. You can butter my toast with it any time you want."

"Yeah, right," Shawn chuckled. "I can just see me, jerking off on your toast."

I continued smiling. "So can I."

Shawn's chuckles continued for a few moments and then they stopped and his smile disappeared. "You're not joking, are you?"

"No, I'm not," I told him. "You can spice up my breakfast any time you want."

He sat up, looking down at me as I knelt before him. "Why?" he asked. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because you've been so nice to me. You deserve to be treated this way."

Shawn paused. "I want to do it to you, too, Scott," he said. "Would you show me how?"

"Sure," I told him, "but not tonight. I'm pretty shagged out for the day. But there's something else you could do for me tonight."

Shawn nodded. "Okay," he said. "What?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

I stood up. My cock was still mostly hard, standing out from my groin. "Lie down on your bed," I instructed. Shawn started to move. "On your stomach."

He froze in position. "No!" he said anxiously. "I can't! I mean, not yet. I'm not ready for that yet."

"That's not what I have in mind, Shawn," I assured him. "Trust me. You'll enjoy it."

Shawn's eyes suddenly grew wider. "Do you mean what you did for Mr. Finn today?"

"Believe me, Shawn," I said happily, "I've been dying to bury my face in that ass of yours since the day I met you."

He swallowed audibly. "What do I have to do?"

"Just lie on your stomach. Your ass will figure it out soon enough."

I almost laughed out loud. Shawn was so eager, he scrambled onto his stomach as fast as he could, shoving his face into the large pillow and clutching it in his hand. His legs were spread slightly, but not enough to pull his cheeks apart.

I sat back on the bed again near his legs. His ass waited in front of me, but I wanted to look at it first, to admire it. Shawn had what I would call a half-bubble butt. It wasn't wide and rounded as most bubble butts are. His ass was narrow and even concaved on the sides of his cheeks, but each smooth, unblemished cheek was a complete half-circle.

I placed the fingertips of my left hand on his lower back, spreading them out and tracing down over those remarkable mounds, the middle finger travelling down the tender valley between them. Shawn's ass arched up against my touch. When I reached his legs, I dragged my index finger back up the crack, the nail caressing the skin. Shawn tilted his head down, his forehead pressing into the pillow as he gasped for breath.

When I reached the top, I lifted my hand away and moved it onto the bed on Shawn's left side as I stood up. I nudged my left leg between Shawn's legs and he spread them apart a bit more, and then even more when my right leg moved there as well. Still, his ass cheeks remained closed to my view.

My hands moved to them, the heels coming to rest at the top of his legs. My palms pressed against the lower portions and my fingers splayed themselves over them, my thumbs dipping into the valley between them. My tongue touched the crack at the base and began its trek upwards. A guttural groan came out of Shawn's throat, rising in frequency as my tongue moved closer to his back. From there, I kissed and licked the baby-smooth skin of his cheeks, zigzagging back and forth over them, tickling and teasing them.

As I tongued him, I looked up Shawn's body to see what was happening at the other end. I almost expected him to rip into the pillow. He was pulling at it with his fists. His body was heaving and he was groaning "Oh, God" over and over again. And I hadn't even got to the best part yet.

I didn't taunt him much longer. With one rapid, smooth motion, my thumbs pried his cheeks apart and I shoved my face between them. My pointed tongue found his butt hole and pushed in. Shawn's face flattened into the pillow and he screamed, "Holy fuckin' God! Oh, my God, Scott! Oh, fuck!" His hips shoved his ass into my face.

My tongue slathered at him, digging and poking and lapping at him. Shawn continued his verbal assault as I continued my oral assault on his asshole. I tell you, he was a natural at getting rimmed. He needed no lessons. As I had told him, his ass would know what to do. His knees pushed out to the sides of his body, opening his entire ass to me, and his pelvis began to rock up and down, grinding his ass into my face.

I didn't need both my hands anymore to hold his cheeks apart. Shawn was doing that for me. I moved my right hand under his body, wrapping around his cock and squeezing it and stroking it slowly beneath him. He renewed his vocal assault, shouting into the pillow. His ass ground into me, up and down and sideways and in circles. The man was made for rimming, and I was the man to do it for him.

My pointed tongue poked into his hole. Shawn was resistant in the beginning, closing his ass tight against the intrusion. It only took a dozen or so pokes for him to start relaxing and opening himself up to me. My tongue poked in finally. This time, Shawn's head came out of the pillow and he shouted into the wall, "Holy fuckin' Christ, Scott! Fuck me with that tongue!" A few desperate grunts followed, and then, "Holy fuck! That's so good! Push it in, Scott! Shove that tongue up my ass! Oh, fuck man! Push! Push push push!"

I pushed as deeply as I could. His cock began to twitch and throb, swelling beneath my fingers. My tongue-fucking matched each stroke of my hand on his cock. "Fuck, Scott! Make it cum! I've got to cum, Scott! Please!"

I hated to leave my roost, but I reluctantly pulled my face out of Shawn's ass as I let go of his cock. With a tug on his thigh, Shawn rolled onto his back as I stuck my middle finger in my mouth and got it soaking wet. Shawn's cock was dripping up a storm and I bent over and sucked the entire shaft down my throat in one smooth move. Shawn groaned again and latched onto the back of my head with his hands as his hips drove his cock into me. I bobbed my head, twisting it and sucking as hard as I could.

Shawn was still shouting and I could feel his cock getting ready. He was moments away from climax. My middle finger found his asshole and I pushed in. There was no resistance this time. He let out one final scream of ecstasy and began shooting his jism into me. His cum blasted into my mouth. His pumps were slower this time, but the explosions were greater. Each blast filled me, and each blast was accompanied by a powerful grunt.

I sucked until Shawn stopped cumming, and I held him in my mouth until his cock was completely soft. Only then did I pull my finger out of his ass and my mouth off his meat. I collapsed beside him, my arm thrown across his still-heaving chest.

Re: Taking Care of Jason

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 22

Jason stood in the doorway, looking at us lying together in the soft, sensuous glow of the bed lights. Shawn was desperately trying to find something with which to cover himself and settled for his hands. Jason chuckled loudly as he approached the bed. "Relax, Shawnie," he said. "I just saw Scotty's face shoved up your ass and you blasting your jazz down his throat. You're one of the family now. You don't have to hide it."

Jason sat on the side of the bed, lifted Shawn's hands away from his crotch, kissed Shawn's cockhead, then moved up to kiss his lips. He sat back and looked down at Shawn. Even from my perspective, Jason loomed over us like some huge mountain, but his handsome, dark, rugged face was full of sincerity and tenderness.

"Did you enjoy what Scotty did for you?"

Shawn swallowed hard, then answered, "Yes."

"Do you want it to happen again?"

Shawn turned his head to look at me. "Yes," he said. "And more."

Jason's fingers found Shawn's chin and gently turned his face back to him. "Then more you shall have, Shawnie. As much as you want. Whatever you want. Whenever you want. When you're with me and Scotty, you don't ever have to hide. Okay?"

Shawn nodded.

He climbed over both of us, lying down beside me and pulling me into his massive arms and chest. "It's no fuckin' wonder I love you so much," he said before plastering his lips against mine.

When he leaned back, he looked at both Shawn and I. "Next time, I want to be part of it," he said with a grin and a wink. "Scotty isn't the only one who's been dying for a taste of that meat of yours, Shawnie. I know I don't turn your crank, but you turn mine. When you're ready, I'd really love to swing on that thing for you."

Shawn nodded again.

"Now, are you sleeping here or coming back to our bed?" He asked this last question to me.

I looked at Shawn. "You can sleep here if you wish."

"I think I wish," I said as I rolled to my side toward Shawn. As Shawn rolled to face away from me, spooning himself into my body, I wrapped my arm around him as Jason pressed into me from behind. His still-hard cock settled nicely into the cheeks of my ass. We fell asleep that way.

* * * * *

There were two more bodies in bed with us when I woke up. I was lying there, still on my side. My hardon was shoved into Shawn's delectable ass cheeks, my hand wrapped around his hardon. Jason's crotch pressed into my ass while Ove's crotch pressed into Jason's. Finn finished up the set with his cock between the cheeks of his twin brother's ass.

Shawn was already awake, His hand on mine and moving it slowly up and down on his cock. "Would you like me to take care of that for you?" I asked in a whisper.

Shawn jumped at the sound of my voice and pulled his hand away from mine as he turned his head to look at me. "I'm sorry," he said. "You were touching me and it felt so good."

"It's supposed to," I said as I kissed his cheek. "I can make it feel better if you want."

Shawn lifted himself up on his elbow, looking over his shoulder at the bed full of naked men.

"Don't worry," I told him quietly. "They'll make their own fun. Get used to it, Shawn. We can't be alone all the time. If you want to have fun, you're going to have to open up a bit."

Shawn rolled onto his back. "I want to, but. . ."

"I understand. The first step is always the hardest one to take." My hand was still wrapped around his cock, still stroking it lightly.

He sucked in a deep breath. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" he whispered.

"It would be my absolute pleasure," I said . I pulled myself gently out of Jason's grasp and settled between Shawn's legs. His cock lay before me, solid, bouncing, and beautiful. I could still smell the sex from last night and it made my own cock bounce against my stomach.

I dropped to my elbows, bringing my face close to his crotch. I went to his balls first, licking and tonguing them and teasing them one at a time. The were just as delicious and tongue-pleasing as the rest him.

I could see Jason moving out of the corner of my eye, then I felt him crawling behind me. I knew immediately what he wanted. He pressed his cock against my ass and leaned on me, reaching for the drawer in the bedside table. He couldn't reach it.

"Shawnie," he said urgently, "can you grab the condoms and lube for me, please? Unless you tossed them out."

Shawn reached over, opened the drawer, and pulled out the tube of lubrication gel and the box of condoms and handed them to Jason.

"You think Scotty did you good last night? Wait ‘til you feel how good it is when he's got my cock up his ass. His mouth goes into overdrive."

I could imagine the smirk on Jason's face as he opened the condom packet and prepared himself for the invasion. Moments later, I felt a greased finger being inserted into my asshole. When I was ready, Jason leaned down again and whispered into my ear, "Start sucking, Babe. I want Shawnie to feel it when I fuck you."

I lifted my head away from Shawn's delectable balls and lifted his cock upright with my finger. My mouth sank over it, then down until I held the head and the top portion of the shaft within me. It was as tasty as it had been the night before. Tastier, even. Shawn was already leaking huge amounts of pre-cum and I lapped it up with my tongue, savouring the sweet taste of it.

I could feel Jason's cock at my asshole, sitting there, waiting. I lowered my head and Shawn's cock slid easily and deeply into my throat. As an expert cocksucker, I could deep throat at any angle.

As soon as my lips touched Shawn's pubic curls, Jason rammed into me - hard! My eyes slammed shut and I screamed on Shawn's cock. His hips shoved up and his own loud groan of pleasure exploded out of his mouth.

Jason began fucking me then, long, powerful strokes. I began sucking Shawn, matching Jason stroke for stroke. There was movement at the side and I glanced over to my left. Finn and Ove were awake and watching us, and then they were crawling toward us on their knees. I turned my attention back to Shawn's cock.

"Finn wants to fuck me," Ove said. "Can I fuck you?" It was my guess he was talking to Jason.

"Be my guest," my lover said.

I could hear more condom packets being ripped open. A minute later, Jason was moaning and saying, "Oh, yeah. Get it nice and greased up." I could imagine Ove's finger sliding in and out of his asshole. I sucked harder.

"Oh, man," Ove said. At least I think it was Ove. "That is so fuckin' tight!"

Jason pushed into me and stopped, his hands holding my hips, as he leaned forward again, pressing his hairy chest against my back. He was panting in my ear. "Don't be such a wuss," he said loudly. "Shove it in!" His crotch pushed suddenly against me and I knew Ove's cock was buried to the balls in Jason's ass. Jason let out a long moan of delight. This mountain of a man loved a cock up his ass.

A few moments later, there was yet another bump and it was Ove's turn to moan. Finn's cock had found a home in his twins' asshole. Jason's right hand moved beneath me and grabbed hold of my cock and began stroking as his hips started pushing in and out.

There we were, all five of us, attached to each other by cock meat and some hole in someone else's body. Somehow, everyone found their rhythm. I sucked and three men fucked. Before long, the room was steaming and filled with the pungent scent of sex and man sweat. Five voiced cried out in ecstasy, shouting every horny word they could think of.

I don't know how so many cocks remained in so many assholes without one of them popping out accidentally, but Jason never missed a stroke in mine. He pounded my ass with a vengeance, shoving my mouth onto Shawn's cock with every push of his hips.

Shawn's inhibitions were quickly melting away. Whatever his mind was telling him, his body was telling him to fuck off and let it enjoy what was happening. Audience or no, Shawn was having the time of his life, and he reminded me of it over and over again.

Jason was louder than anyone. He loved my ass and I loved his cock stuck up it. He was made to fuck me. "Fuck, Scotty! Squeeze that ass on my cock, Babe! Let me feel how much you love my cock up your ass, Babe! Fuck it for me! Make it shoot for you!"

As he shoved his cock up my ass and pushed his own ass onto Ove's cock on the back swing, I could feel him begin to pulsate inside me as he began pounding me more quickly and viciously. His moans became louder and louder, turning into anxious grunts. Shawn's hands moved to my head, his fingers entangling themselves into my hair and holding me there as his hips shoved up from beneath me. Jason was squeezing and stroking the life out of my cock.

Jason let out his animal yell and shoved into me one last time. His hand froze on my cock as he came, squishing it in his grasp with each blast of semen. Shawn started cumming a few moments later, his orgasm brought on by Jason's screams. I loved Jason's cum, but Shawn's was pure nectar. Never have I tasted anything so creamy and sweet in my life. The taste alone was enough to send me over the edge and I began squirting my own jizz between his legs and onto the blankets. Jason's hand woke up and started stroking me again, enticing even more jism out of my balls as he pumped more of his own up my ass.

Jason finished cumming first, collapsing against my back. Even I finished cumming before Shawn did. He kept pumping and shooting. I began to wonder where all that cum was coming from, but I didn't care. I loved it and I wanted it all.

Slowly his cock stopped shooting, but Shawn remained hard, his cock still twitching and pulsating inside my mouth. We were still moving. Ove was still pounding away at Jason's ass and Finn was still reaming out his twin's ass.

Finn came next, his voice rising into a heavy groan as Ove's hips began flying. Each punch was accented by a grunt. And then the grunt turned into one long moan and the pounding stopped and the orgasmic fucking began.

Jason's cock was soft now, but still tucked in my ass. Shawn's cock remained hard inside my mouth. He was gently stroking my hair now and whispering ‘thank you' over and over again to me.

The room slowly fell silent as the five of us relaxed into the afterglow. The smell of sweat and cum and sex was strong in the air. Shawn's bedroom was properly and overwhelmingly christened, and Shawn would never be the same.

* * * * *

Shawn showered in his own little bathroom. I say ‘small' because it had only a toilet, a single vanity, and a shower which could hold only two people. The twins showered in the main apartment bathroom, and Jason and I showered in our en suite.

We didn't really shower, though, at least not until we finished hugging and kissing for ten minutes or so. After that, we washed each other and talked.

"Was he worth the wait?" Jason asked.

"Oh, yeah," I told him through my wide grin. "More than worth it, Jason. I hope you're not upset that I took his load again. I know I said I'd only take the first one, but. . ."

Jason pressed his finger to my lips. "I love Shawnie, and I love you, too. Take all you want. Just save some for me once in awhile." He pulled his finger away and chuckled, shaking his head back and forth. "Man, you were hot for that ass of his last night, weren't you?"

I hung my head, suddenly shy and embarrassed. "Well, yeah."

"You don't even rim me like that. I almost expected you to crawl right inside."

I looked up into his dark, rugged face. "Oh, Jason," I said in harsh whisper, "it was so-o-o-o-o-o good. You have no idea."

"From the noise Shawnie was making last night, I can make a pretty good guess."

I almost expected him to say, "Please, Sir, I want some more."

Jason smiled. Whether or not he got the ‘Oliver Twist' reference, I don't know. But he said to me, "Just promise you'll keep Shawnie happy for me. I know you're the one he's interested in. Not me."

"He loves you."

"I know he does," Jason replied, "but I don't turn him on like you do. Just promise me, Scotty. Make him happy for me."

I couldn't believe how serious Jason was being. He sincerely cared for Shawn. "I promise."

"Anything he wants?"

"Anything."

He hugged me and I lost myself in his body. It surrounded me and absorbed me, making us one.

"I love you, Babe," he said as he pulled my cheek to his hairy chest and stroked me with such tenderness.

* * * * *

Ove was sucking on Finn's cock when Jason carried me back to the livingroom. He wasn't really sucking it. Just playing with it in his mouth. Finn wasn't even totally hard. I could hear Shawn in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I climbed out of Jason's strong arms and went to see him.

I was surprised to see him dressed only in a flimsy pair of blue running shorts which, funnily enough, matched my eyes. I expected to see him in his black pants and tie. I almost fell to my knees in worship. As gorgeous as his ass is naked, it's even more gorgeous when it's wrapped up tight in blue. The thin material dug into the cleft between his ass cheeks and hugged the indents on the sides. There was barely a tell-tale wrinkle. If the shorts had been skin-toned, you wouldn't have seen them.

Still, they matched my eyes.

"Need any help?"

Shawn turned around and smiled at me as I approached. His shorts were as enticing from the front as they were from the back. His ass pulled the material tight over his crotch. His balls were clearly shown and his cock lay to the left. It was obvious he wore no underwear. I still couldn't believe the body that boy had. Rock-solid abs, well-defined pectorals. Smooth and unblemished.

He set down the spatula and wrapped his arms around my neck. "I have to thank you once more," he said tenderly. "I'll never forget what you did for me."

I pushed him back so I could look into his handsome face. "I hope that wasn't the first and last time."

"So do I," he said, his eyes flicking back and forth between mine. "Your eyes give me a hardon," he said finally.

"So I notice."

He stared into my eyes again for a long time, our breakfast ignored for the moment. His cock pressed against mine. I could feel it twitching between us. "I. . . um. . ." he stammered. "I. . . better get breakfast ready. . . for Jason. . . and you. . . and. . ."

He returned to the stove to continue making breakfast. His shorts were pulled decidedly tighter around his ass. I returned to the livingroom and joined Jason on the sofa. Ove wasn't sucking Finn anymore, but his hand was wrapped around his brother's cock. It was hard now.

Finn looked at me and grinned. "I can't keep him away from me now."

"He knows what he wants."

"He knows what I want, too," Finn added. "Too bad I spent so long trying to tell myself I didn't."

"You're older than I am, Finn," Ove said. "It doesn't make you smarter."

"Think you could finish me off before breakfast?"

"Start the countdown, Bro," the younger twin said, and with that, he sank his mouth over Finn's cock and stuffed it down his throat.

Finn's head dropped back to the sofa. "Holy fuckin' Jesus!" he shouted.

Jason hugged me as we watched. Ove threw himself into the blowjob. I doubt if I could have kept up to him. His head bobbed and twisted and screwed itself on his brother's cock. The suctioning noises added to the blowjob. Like I said before, Ove was the noisiest cocksucker I've ever known, and I'm sure he did it intentionally.

It sure had its affect on all of us, though. I was at full staff and so was Jason, and Finn's toes were curling up and his chest was pumping. His eyes were clenched shut and his mouth was hanging open. A loud, guttural groan began quietly and grew in volume and intensity. At its peak, Ove suddenly pulled off Finn's cock and sat back. Finn's eyes flew open as he started to shoot.

"You fuckin' bastard!" he yelled as he grabbed his hand and pumped his cock with everything he had. His cum shot out everywhere, flying in all directions. Most of it landed on him, but some splattered to both sides, hitting all three of us, not to mention the sofa and carpet and even the coffee table.

Ove's eyes were rivetted to his brother's cock as his own hand flew over his own, and then he stood up, facing his twin, and began spewing out his own cream all over Finn's body. Finn's left hand came to his chest, the palm rubbing the fresh cum into his skin, mixing both his and his brother's fresh cum together. As Ove's climax began to ease, Finn leaned forward and sucked his twin's cock into his mouth, taking the rest of Ove's man juices into him.

"Holy fuck, Finn! Suck it!" he shouted. "Suck that fuckin' cock!"

Ove's knees began to wobble and his legs collapsed beneath him. He dropped to the floor with a thud and fell forward against his twin, his cheek against Finn's cum-covered chest. Both panted for breath as Finn's arms encircled his brother's back and held him close and he tilted his head down and to the side so he could rest his cheek against Ove's hair. His hand tenderly and lovingly rubbed Ove's back.

If nothing else, this weekend had brought the brothers back together again.

* * * * *

Finn and Ove had another quick shower before eating. Breakfast was delicious, as usual. Mine was made even more delicious by the fresh load of cum Shawn had deposited on my toast.

"Is that what I think it is?" Jason asked.

"Yup," I said as I munched happily on my treat. "Shawn buttered it just for me."

That was funny when you think of Shawn standing there in his blue shorts with a large, moist, pre-cum stain on the front, trying to be all prim and proper and valet-like, while his cock was pointing a ‘howdy do' to everyone.

"Gimme me a taste, Babe."

I held out the toast and Jason took a big bite, chewing it slowly. His dark eyes opened wide. "Holy, shit! I thought you were joking!"

"Do I know cum or do I know cum?"

* * * * *

"I need someone to fuck me." That was Ove. And it wasn't even lunch time yet.

"Fuck, Ove," Finn said. "Haven't you had enough?"

"Yes, but I want more than enough. Jason? What about you? I love it when you fuck me."

"What about Scotty, here?" Jason offered.

"Finn will blow him," Ove said. "I want you."

"Hey!" Finn objected. "What do you mean, I'll blow him?"

"Aw, get off your high horse, Finn. You know you want to. You couldn't shut up about him when I was sucking you off in the shower this morning. You want my mouth again? You blow him."

"Jesus, Ove."

Ove leaned forward and kissed his twin. "I'll suck you again while you suck Scott, okay? You can cum again. I know you can."

Ove's eyes sparkled and his lips curled into a pleasant smile. "Thanks, Bro," he said.

Jason was already hard and rolling the condom over his cock as Ove slid off the sofa onto his knees. "Here, Finn, slide down to this end. Put your legs over the arm."

Finn did as he was told, turning sideways and throwing his legs over the end of the sofa. Ove adjusted Finn's hips until his right butt cheek was pressing into the back cushions, his hips tilted.

"Scott? Slide under Finn. Jason? You know what to do."

Ove bent over his brother's cock and sucked it into his mouth. Finn was still soft. I wasn't. I flipped my legs up onto the sofa and slid my butt down so my ramrod was in easy reach of Finn's mouth. My left foot dropped to the floor while my right leg was thrown over the back of the sofa. My head lay flat on the cushion. I had noticed that Jason hadn't used any lube. Ove was in for the fuck of his life. He moved into position behind the blond Dane.

Finn's right hand found my cock as he twisted around to lean on his left elbow between my legs. Jason started the chain reaction. With his cock poised at Ove's asshole and his hands on the younger twin's hips, Jason looked at me. With a one-sided smile and wink, Jason bit his lower lip between his teeth, scrunched up his face, and slammed his cock into Ove's ass in a single push and screamed in triumph.

Ove rammed his mouth onto his twin's cock and screamed. Finn drove my cock into his own throat and screamed as well. I tilted my head back and my scream joined the others. "Holy fuckin' cocksuckers fuck!!"

When my eyes opened once more, I had the upside-down vision of a studly young man with an incredible body standing at the end of the sofa, his hand stuffed down the front of his incandescent blue shorts. I reached my left arm back, hooking my fingers beneath the leg of Shawn's shorts, my fingertips brushing against his balls. I tugged to the left and Shawn appeared beside me.

I pulled my fingers from the leg opening and twisted around so I could move both hands to the waistband. Shawn's hand was still stuffed down his shorts, wrapped around his cock. I pulled the shorts down until the fell to the floor and Shawn stepped out of them. As soon as his hand was free, he began masturbating furiously.

With my hands on his hips, I tugged him forward. "Sit on me," I told him. Shawn straddled my body, kneeling on the sofa. He sat on my upper chest, his balls bouncing against my chin as he jerked himself off. As much as I loved watching him jerk off so close and personal, there was something else I wanted, and I could have both.

I grabbed Shawn's hips again and nudged him up and forward. When his balls brushed against my lips, Shawn realized where I was taking him. "Oh, God!" he said. His ass settled over my face and his delicious asshole found my tongue. "Oh, God, Scott! Oh, God!"

My boyfriend was slamming his cock up one sweet, Danish asshole. That Dane was sucking off the cock of his identical twin brother. That twin was blowing my balls out. And I wasn't paying any attention to any of them. The only thing on my mind was that delicious ass, those face- hugging ass cheeks, and this beautiful hunk of man jerking off for me while I tongued the hell out of his asshole.

Shawn's ass was made for rimming. There isn't a rimmer in the world who wouldn't pay for what I was doing, and they'd pay big money. Shawn may have been a novice, but he certainly knew instinctively how to get rimmed. With his fist flying on his cock and his balls bouncing against my nose, Shawn's ass began to move. Back and forth it slid over my tongue as he ground his body into my face. Forward and back, then is circles.

I don't know how long he fucked my face with his ass, or how long my tongue fucked his asshole, but I loved every second of it. Shawn fed his entire ass to me. My moans vibrated into him. "Oh, God, Scott! I can't stop! Oh, God! I'm going to cum!" His asshole froze over my lips and my tongue found it and pushed its way inside. "Oh, fuck, Scotty! Fuck me! Fuck! Push! Oh, God! Push!"

The first blast out of my cock surprised Finn. He choked and pulled his mouth away from my shooting rod. I could hear him coughing and spitting. My orgasm continued on its own, landing on my stomach and chest and, I assumed, on Shawn's back and ass.

I ground my tongue into Shawn's ass as he began shooting his own load into the air above my head. He mashed his ass into my face. His groans of release joined mine. My fingers dug into his hips and held him there.

In our own, private world, we came together. Somewhere outside our bubble, I could hear other orgasmic voices. I recognized one as Jason's. Even after I stopped shooting and Shawn's climax was done, I held him there. I teased him gently, not trying to coax him into another orgasm. I loved the way he squeezed his hole shut around against my tongue. I wanted him to stay there awhile longer. I wanted him to stay there forever.

A mouth closed over my cock, cleaning way my cream. It was Jason. I recognized his mouth instantly. When he had cleaned my cock, he moved to my stomach and began cleaning that up, and then my chest. When his lips and tongue left my body, Shawn squirmed and moaned again. Jason was cleaning my cum off Shawn's back and ass.

When Jason finally moved around to kiss my forehead, I reluctantly pushed back on Shawn's hips. His ass left my face, his soft cock dangling over my lips. I tilted my head up to it, sucking the head gently into my mouth, cleaning away the drops of jism still left there. Jason's mouth moved to the shaft. Together, we showed Shawn how much we loved and appreciated him.

Re: Taking Care of Jason

I'll get back to it as soon as I can. Sorry, but I ran into a bit of a snag with the 'Watching Brad' story and fell a bit behind. I'm trying to get ahead again. Until then, this story will have to wait a bit.